‘Poem of the Night’, from “Pitcher of Moon”


Full Moon, March 2011



The streets are gleaming tonight

as if a million stars were brought to earth

flattened into urban mirrors

under lamp posts reflecting

an empty nothingness.

It is a dull mid-winter night

straining towards spring

with all intention of leaching

the dying season’s

last insult, unleashing it

upon mankind’s discomfort

one more time.

“A foggy day in London town”


Is what I think when I look down 

this cotton-wool streetscape 

but that has tune and purpose 

and this muted stillness has none.


The rain left a muffling fog 

mercifully erasing stark bones 

of tree limbs reaching to the sky 

black beggars on seasonal parade.



there is a strange beauty to the night, 

transforming what was common,

dissolving borders, barriers, dimensions, 

making a mirage, an alien oasis.


Heavy mists swirl around the ground

lift past the unfocused light 

combine with the creeping gloom 

and turn a hand to pale mystery.


Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2014

from “Pitcher of Moon”, 2014



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4 Responses to “‘Poem of the Night’, from “Pitcher of Moon””

  1. TR Says:

    I love the versatility in your writing. When you write of landscapes and nature to city landscape and then changing your voice to one of a man’s. This has to be one of my favourites. I grew up in a city and the night steals the boundaries. And I love how that ties into a mystery – even a crime. xxTR


  2. ladynyo Says:

    Oh! “the night steals the boundaries”…Oh, that is Perfect, TR! Poetry in motion there. That births another poem I think!

    I like that one, too. I wrote it looking outside at a rainy mid winter street…rather high up in the second story. It just fell together, and I think wen we allow ourselves to just…well, glaze over? LOL! we can create poetry better.

    Night IS mystery….and most crimes statistically, are done in the cover of night…you got that right!

    Thank you, TR….for your beautiful comment….it stirs the poet in me, and obviously …in you!



  3. TR Says:

    Thank you for sharing when and where, yes, that is beautiful to gaze over.
    I recently spent a while getting over jet lag when I was up in the middle of the night and I used to work the graveyard shift. I used to hate the night but as time went on the night as brought be a lot of self reflection and peace. There is this discomfort with it, maybe natural discomfort. I like how the serenity comes through your words and not only the discomfort.

    Looking forward to the next one. 🙂
    xx TR


  4. ladynyo Says:

    I love your comments, TR. They start at the personal and that is what poetry/writing is all about to me…to learn about others, their sentiments, how things I write affect them. This is a true priviledge for me.

    The night: well, I think it is primorial. It is this fear of the darkness, the inability for us to know where we are in the total darkness…the inability of defense, and of course, blindness. But I think of it as a cocoon. It wraps us with serenity and peace..and yes, as you say, the time for a deeper self-reflection. The discomfort I think comes from our natural fear of not being in control of our environment.

    And when we have had such little control in our lives, this heightens our fear.

    When we turn the night into a place where we are ‘safe’ we can truly benefit from its serenity.

    Thank you so much, TR, for reading and your insightful comment.

    Hugs, Jane

    PS. I used to work the night shift many years ago….and it was trying and exhausting…until you claim what you can of it.


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